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Around the turn of the last century, and in the nineteen hundreds, lots literature was sent from Canada to the United States for the benefit of those that were interested in farming. mountain were led to believe that a short cut to happiness and successfulness was to simply go to Canada. It all sounded so interesting. It was written that anyone attack to Canada original 160 acres of land for ten dollars plus slight settle duties. Canada was the land where you never heard the thunder. It usually rained only at nighttime and the water was so pure, one could drink water off the basis anywhere and it would non make you sick. When you wanted fresh meat, all you had to do was open the door and shoot your choice of the wild game that was so abundant. Seeing no future for themselves as young farmers, on poor, stoney and hard timbered land at Fosston, Minnesota, several families left for Canada to look for these homesteads. after(prenominal) arriving in Wadena, and with the local a naesthetic guide, the men began walking in the north direction. They followed an out of date Indian trail over to the quarter sections of land available for proving as homesteads. Each man selected a quarter that he would work, they were all enjoined. They had handle a shot put in two days of interesting and educationaldiscoveruies. Interesting, in that it looked like in that location was a future for this country and educational, in learning that you could not expect to be able to do much walking if you drank the supposedly pure water lying everywhere on top of the ground. The local guide was already a seasoned homesteader and anyone that knew him would realize that he knew how sick, those poor greenhorns would get from drinking all that slough water. The next day, they walked choke to Wadena and took the train to Hu... ... We had so many ducks that winter that we couldnt eat them all ahead the weather turned warm in the spring. When we tired of eating duck, there were lots of bush rabbits, and when we tired of rabbits, we ate duck. On the 20th of touch 1949, I awoke one morning to find mom in an bizarre mood and she told me dad had left for a drive with Cathy and the buggy during the night. For the lifetime of me, I could not grasp what was going on, or what was to take place. thus I heard the buggy on the frozen ground and surely enough, dad was home. He had a passenger with him. She was an older lady and I was told her name was Mrs. Thorsen. I was then told to hook up Black, a sura we had broken, and to drive to the new neighbors to see how the building of their new house was coming aprospicient. I went, but I was not away very long because I knew the circumstances were not ordinary at home.